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Friday, May 24, 2013

The Song of Norm

Apologies for the delay to our early morning readers. Thanks to thunderstorms and the cable company, we here at Teeny Tiny Tabby Town were left without phone/cable/internet for 10+ hours. We all survived the experience (mostly because the two children most likely to have been driven crazy by the deprivation were at sleepovers) and lived to tell the tale. Which I am about to do...

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(I realized as I wrote today's post that the introductory paragraphs make things sound scarier than they actually are. Rest assured that everyone is still with us and improvement is hopefully right around the corner.)

Life is a piece of music, beautiful on its own but amazing if played in harmony with family and friends. But when the instrument of someone you love goes out of tune, it sours the entire performance of everyone around. This is the situation we've found ourselves in for the past several months here in Teeny Tiny Tabby Town.

You may have noticed that I'm a little out of tune lately. Several of you have wondered if something is wrong. It's a question that's hard to answer truthfully without being willing to play the entire operatic score. Without a resolution to share, it was difficult to introduce and explain the worrying crescendo that has invaded my life. It's an independent little melody that I refer to as "The Song of Norm".

Most of you know that Norman's health is delicate. Our little old man is battling a
not-quite-explained intestinal illness. The only thing we know for certain is
that he does not feel well. He can’t process his food correctly or keep it down
in a way that supplies proper nutritional value. He’s turned the litter box
into a wasteland… and Norm himself is wasting away.
He’s skin and bones, haggard and tired, quieter than I have ever known
him. The stress on his body has created a murmur in his heart and bald spots on his
ears. My heart hurts to watch as his body gives up on him.

Living with Norman is like riding the proverbial roller
coaster. We have days that we’re flying high and days where we’re careening
uncontrollably downhill, screaming for it to stop. Most days we hover somewhere
between “not feeling well” and “imminent doom”.
Many vet visits, numerous expensive tests, and several hundreds of
dollars worth of treatments have provided little in the way of answers and
little more than a temporary fix to Norman’s system. The only thing we knew was
that his pancreas wasn't quite right, but even that test failed to provide the answers we needed. We all were stumped.

We have watched the strain take its toll on Norm and
wondered how much his body can withstand. Truthfully, there are times that I’m
amazed he’s still here with us. We painfully made the decision for “no more”…
no more tests, no more drama, no more extra stress or huge financial outlays.
We decided that the quality of his remaining life trumped the length of his
remaining life. And then, as if to answer that he wasn't quite done yet, Norman
had a good day on Tuesday. He had a great day on Wednesday. He came down with a
crash on Thursday.

A gust of wind blew a door closed and trapped him inside my
bedroom, away from help and away from the litter box when the next attack
struck. When I found him, Norman was a tragic mess (and so was my bedroom).
After bathing the cat, stripping the bedding that he had soaked with rivers of
diarrhea, starting hours of laundry, scrubbing the floor, and having a good
cry, I sat down and started to tap out words that I have typed into a Google
search before. I started to ask the internet how to be strong enough to say
goodbye. Norm wandered in, sat beside me, began a halting purr and my search
engine questions began to change from those of resignation to those of
avocation. I’m not even certain what question produced a screen that I had
never before seen in months of searching for answers. But there it was…

Hidden away in the back of the internet, a page contained
Norman’s symptoms. Not just one, or two, or three… ALL of them. Nothing
missing, nothing extra, just a tidy list of Norm’s greatest hits: diarrhea
which is often pale and voluminous and malodorous; flatulence; greasy coat
appearance; weight loss; increased appetite. It’s that last one that screamed
to me that we had hit the Holy Grail. Every other suggested malady came with
the symptom of decreasing appetite or refusing to eat. You guys know that’s not our Norm.

EPI, or Exocrine Pancreatic Insufficiency, is so rare in
felines that most vets are unaware that cats can even get the disease. It’s
thought of as a rare dog malady. EPI is caused by the inability of the pancreas
to produce the enzymes necessary to digest food properly and it wreaks utter
chaos and devastation on the animal it affects. As I read the anecdotes of
families with an EPI cat, I heard Norman’s song. I recognized him (and us) in
the stories and, for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful because a
diagnosis also comes along with a treatment.

The treatment for EPI includes bolstering Norm’s immune
system and providing him with the enzymes that his pancreas can no longer create
on its own. The diet changes we introduced a few months ago are part of a
proper treatment, so we’re off to a good start. Many EPI families swear by
vitamin B-12. So I took a drive down to the pharmacy last night, picked up a
bottle of B-12 drops, and gave Norm his first cat-sized dose last night.
Providing the pancreatic enzymes proves to be slightly more challenging. It can
be done in one of two ways; adding a powder to his food or providing him with
food that contains pancreas… bovine pancreas to be exact.

I contacted our raw feeding expert Miss Connie and asked her
where one might acquire the pancreas of a cow. Being slightly squeamish by
nature, the last thing I wanted to do was walk into a local butcher shop and
request a pancreas for me to take home and process on my own. She pointed me to a website
for a company in Indiana. Said company not only sells processed bovine pancreas
to ship to my door, but it also provides a monthly delivery service. A truck
leaves their store one Monday every month to make deliveries in Michigan and Indiana. They have recently added a new stop to their route… a mere 12
miles from my house. I missed getting
Norm a shipment on the May delivery truck by a matter of hours, as it was already
on the road by the time I found the answers. So this month’s pancreas is coming
packed in dry ice and through UPS. I have ordered the powder supplement to
make-do in the meantime.

True to our family agreement, I will not be paying the big bucks
needed to run the test which would conclusively diagnose him. The name of the
disease matters little, only the efficacy of the treatment counts. The
treatment for EPI is nothing that the vet can provide anyway… it’s diet and vitamins.
The vet comes in case of crisis (and we’re still not sure at what level we will intervene if Norman reaches true crisis mode).

I can’t be sure if we actually found an answer for
Norman, but for the first time in forever it feels as if I know what I’m doing
next for him. That in itself is both a relief and a blessing. He’s curled up
beside me and purring as I type this (which is a change in Norm’s recently melody).
Maybe he feels the hope too.

I’m putting all of my drama, fears, and worry on the
internet today because there just is not enough information out there for pet
families. There's a million adorable pictures with captions. I could probably find an equal number of sites dedicated to inspiring worry in pet owners about food, vaccines, and disease. But in the whole wide world of the world wide web, there’s very little to
be learned about a cat pancreas. Reading the few stories that others have
provided, it became clear that the one thing I can do is share. If one person
hears Norman’s song and recognizes their cat in it, if just one person can
feel hope instead of despair, if one cat receives improved care because I wrote
about it… I have to put it out there.

I owe it to you as well. My song has been off-key lately.
The blog hasn't been my song during the time that I've hidden Norm’s true condition. The truth
is that I’m only in tune when I’m telling it like it is. I’ll have regular
Norman updates, Norman weights, and Norman eating habits as the experiment
progresses. I’m certain the tune won’t always be happy, but it will be ours. I’m grateful that you’re willing to listen.

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I'm taking Monday off to celebrate the Memorial holiday. I'll be back on Tuesday with a musical rendition of Ruby Tuesday (No kidding... I was already planning a post set to music when today's theme barged itself into my head). Rest assured that if our kittens arrive between now and then I will sound the alarm on Facebook and post photos here just as quickly as I can.

Oh... and there might be a teeny tiny surprise or three when it comes to the kittens too. Don't worry. It's a good one.

18 comments:

Kelly: I'm so glad that you found an answer and hope. I'm crying tears of joy at work today for all of you.

Speaking for myself (and no one else), I also want to say this to you: Sweetie - share everything you personally are comfortable sharing here. yes, it's a happy place and we come to look at cute pictures and hear funny stories about Ruby Roo and the others, but I also like to think that we're a community of friends who've just never gotten to meet. Crap happens (quite literally in this case! Hee!) and we can NOT ignore it. I appreciate that you want to keep it happy and light, but I also want to share the burdens and the weight of them with you. Thank you so much for creating this blog so we can follow along with Teeny Tiny Tabby Town. and thank you for loving the animals so very much!

I'm so glad you found something that could help Norman. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. And thank you for posting it; I don't doubt that another pet parent will find your page and be glad to find answers to their own pet's health troubles.

Poor Norman - but how wonderful that we now have a resource (say what you will about the internet, but where else can we find those weird things you wouldn't find anywhere else) where you can get come help for him.

And I have to agree with Sherry - I think the same thing sometimes about my blog - how much do I share. But I think people come and read and should expect to hear about it all - good bad and sometimes ugly. I never want people to get the wrong impression - life isn't always wonderful, but sometimes laying it out there not only helps US cope, it can help others too. :)

Hugs to both of you, you for singing the song, and Norm for hanging in there. Email me when you get the chance cherrycitykitties AT yahoo DOT com. We talked before and if you want I'd still like to offer support.Headbonks adn PurrsMom, Harry, Dexter and Tipp

Kelly-I would consider us internet friends. Friends listen. So like Sherry and Random Felines said-post away. The good, the bad, the ugly and messy is all fair game. I also want to send you hugs. I totally understand how a diagnosis (for a cat or a person) can change everything and give you a direction. You may not have all the answers quite yet and there may not be a "cure" but at least you are moving forward. Best wishes that this is the right solution for Norman because I also know how frustrating the wrong solutions can be.

Poor sweet Norm... I hope you've found the right answer this time. It certainly sounds hopeful! I love the picture of Norm staring into the camera after you've told him he needs bovine pancreas -- he's all "Whuuuttt????"

Nothing sadder than realizing they just don't live as long as us. My old kitty is on the slippery slope too. He has IBD and Hyper thyroid. When ever major digestive issues are present B12 is helpful. You should know often oral B12 cannot be absorbed. You can buy injectable at the drug store for about $5.00 use insulin syringes and give about .25 cc in the scruff of the neck. Works well for my old boy, visibly see an improvement when he gets a shot. He is skinny and a picky eater and has good days and bad days.

I found this website helpful http://www.naturalcatcareblog.com/landing/choosing-the-best-cat-food-for-your-awesome-cat/

And this is a safe chat room http://aplb.org/chat/chat_ante.php to work things thru near end of life.

I hope the new treatments help Norman sing on for some time! It hurts so bad when the furbabies aren't feeling well and we see that "end" issue coming up. It just isn't fair they don't live as long as we do (then again, I'd rather I face life without them then them face life without me. My son is good, but he won't treat them the way I do.)

Beautiful post Kelly, thank you so much for sharing it. You are right, there isn't enough about feline EPI on the web and I bet this post ends up helping someone else in the future.. To increase your SEO you might want to edit the post a little to include the search terms you looked for when searched for help with Norm.. (aka I searched for things like x,y,z instead of I searched.. )

I so hope this helps him quite dramatically and he becomes his ol self right quick. Many purrs to you all while you are dealing with this..

Hey, Kelly... Prayers and best wishes for Mr. Norm. And quite possibly my deepest thanks. My orange guy, Corbie, has the exact same symptoms as Mr. Norm. He's had some tests, but they haven't found anything specific. The vet thought it might be a food allergy and put him (and 4 others here) on Hill's Z/D. The good news: Everyone loves it (so no food issues). The bad news: Corbie is still vomiting, still has diarrhea & gas and an extraordinarily obnoxious appetite (he assumes he should get everything I eat, too). And he's still losing weight. Have you tried the injectable B-12? I ask because, thanks to my old diabetic kitty Morris, I know injecting a cat is much easier than pilling one, and if you have ... what kind of dosage did you use? Actually, what kind of cat-size dosage did you use, injectable or pill? I figure B-12 can't hurt and if it helps ... I'm so there! :) Thanks and blessings! (I'm dlpugh at America Online.com, by the way)

Keeping my fingers crossed for you and Norm. I love old kitties and it's so hard for them when their dignity is damaged by illness. Please, share wth us whatever you want to share, whether happy or not. As someone wrote earlier, I consider us Internet friends and friends listen. Plus just look at Dorothy's post! You may have helped someone else already!

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The foster kittens who reside with me in Teeny Tiny Tabby Town do not belong to a rescue. Rather, they are a "freelance" enterprise between friends in order to get these sweet feral babes off the streets of Metro Detroit. All communication in regards to these particular kittens and adoption inquiries should be directed to me at teenytinytabbies AT gmail DOT com.